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Poem – A Found Memory
The photographs we find in dusty hidden boxes in places we have forgotten have stories etched in the faded lines and memories hidden in the subdued colors.
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Poem – One Mind
We inhabit this space for reasons we still chase through light and dark through heaven and hell through ancient texts and drawings. The human spirit longs for place, a concrete connection to surroundings, a palpable definition of home. How can we look out there when we do not how we got here? To measure today…
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Poem – I see the Lantern Everywhere
I see the lantern everywhere and in my sleep as recurring dreams have brought with them a place in the empty field filled with light and hope. In my weakened state I cling to this vision as the hours and days pass and there is seemingly no end in sight. I cling to a vision…
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Poem – This Road
With no end in sight I keep playing the game.
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Poem – What Becomes
(1) Long ago that path became an object in the mirror fading into the dust of the present experiences. I look back with nostalgia at moments I have built and pieced together from the scenes I have witnessed, the people met and the forgotten glorified sense of purpose. (2) What becomes of the road after…
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Poem – The Eye
Across vast distances of land and sea the road is lonely, the conversation sparse. In the furthest stretches of the soul we feel alone and cast eyes to the emptiness up ahead in the future and look back to the past wondering how we ended up here but we are greater than what we see…
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Poem – Chasing the Light
Emerging from the past into the present I continue to pursue the future always chasing the light whether day or night.
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Poem – Dreams
Children in the summer Chasing dogs through Fields open to the big sun. Thoughts free of burden Free of time they explore Worlds beyond this one. Always a step ahead And pushing forward They become the stars we see. So what happened? Where did our dreams go? The older we become The more experiences we…
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Poem – Closer to Home
The present reality defined by actions and the current environment. Layer upon layer the past still present the future a passing breath. Morning sun filtered through the spring trees as the rain has finally fallen and leaves turn and fill in the space left by the previous dead, winter, dead. A slow walk on the…
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Poem – Renewal
The dirt path changed to stone and as time passed I lost my place. Emerging from one realm to another this one was foreign. And yet familiar if I closed my eyes, like some part of me crossed here before. And yet distant, the remote connection either passed or not arrived. Between two possibilities I…